Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.